Fics like Pure Poetry

In every civilization, even in the thick of the wild, there’s a chain of command, a power structure. The food chain for the wild, a hierarchy that sets the limits of each group of society. How much one can get away with, and how much one must fear. The Betas’ hunt, that’s their position on the ranks. The Hunters. They provide food, they guard the young and the camp. The Alpha was the most powerful, the strongest and the fiercest. They did not fight unless it was to protect the camp, that was their duty. The camp was under their protection, everyone was under their protection. The two reach the small clearing in which the Betas’ stand, assessing the food they’ve gathered. Their heads snap up at the sound of the approaching wolves, and eyes draw narrow at the sight of Stiles. Omega; worth and purpose unknown. In which it takes meeting the alpha of the fabled Hale Pack for Stiles to find out his worth. (Jesus this summary sucks.)

Fics like Pure Poetry

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